40 - Ravi

Hours later, I wake up with sunlight on my face. I had left the curtains open when I woke up that morning, wanting some air to come in.

The light sometimes worked better for me than any alarm and bothered Mariana much less. She was asleep, lying on my chest.

For a few minutes, I lay there, feeling her warm skin against mine, Mariana's soft breathing and the way her long eyelashes rested on her cheeks. I had never wanted to sleep next to a woman before her, I had never understood the appeal of having someone else in bed for anything other than fucking.

It was only after I kidnapped my prisoner that I learned the simple pleasure of falling asleep holding her small body... of feeling her close to me for the night or hours.

Taking a deep breath, I gently lifted her off of me. I needed to get up, even though the temptation to stay there and do nothing was great. She didn't wake up when I sat down, she just rolled over and continued sleeping.

The blanket slid down, leaving her bare back exposed. Unable to resist, I leaned over to kiss her shoulder and noticed a few scratches on her soft skin, marks I should have inflicted on her hours before.

Seeing Mariana's marked skin made me excited. I liked the idea of marking her in some way, of leaving signs of my possession on her delicate skin. That way they would know not to do anything to her.

I wanted more. With each passing day, the need he felt for her increased. As time passed, my obsession with her grew.

That bothered me. I thought that seeing Mariana every day and always having her around would reduce the desperate desire I felt for her all the time, but it seemed like the opposite was happening. I resented every minute I spent away from her, every moment I didn't touch her. As with any addiction, I seemed to need increasingly larger doses of my drug.

My dependence on her increased until I constantly needed her.

I didn't know what I would do if I ever lost her. It was a fear that made me wake up in a cold sweat at night and that attacked my mind at random times during the day. I knew she was safe on the property, as only a direct attack from an entire army could penetrate my security, but I still couldn't help but worry. I couldn't shake the fear that she might be taken from me. It was crazy, but I was tempted to keep her chained to my side all the time to make sure she was okay.

Taking one last look at the sleeping body, I got up as quietly as possible and headed to the shower, forcing my thoughts away from that obsession. I would see Mariana again that night, but first, there was one person I wanted to see. When my mind focused on the task at hand, I smiled with dark anticipation.

The routine of the favela residents flowed before my eyes, they almost no longer looked in my direction when they saw me. Despite having been in the drug trade for some time, they were finally getting used to my presence and realized that like the others, I received orders, I wasn't exactly the man who gave the orders.

The man who did this pretended to be like them, leading a simple life, without exaggeration, without wanting to attract undue attention. And I could understand him, after everything he had been through, having faked his own death, pretending to be someone else seemed to be the best thing to do.

Maybe I would do the same thing if I were in your place.

With a sigh, I pull the handbrake before getting out of the car, finding it angled under the car's engine. My eyes wander over all the parts and tools scattered around the garage, before settling on him and he decides to pay attention to me.

- Still working on that car?

- I like discovering how things work - He continues staring at the engine with his hands resting on the sides of the car - And you, what are you doing here?

- Can I no longer visit?

- You're not one to visit - He picks up the tool at his side, deciding to touch something.

- This is not true.

- Do you know when your last visit was? During Holy Week - He remains silent while moving the piece - That's been three months.

- But I'm always talking to you - I emphasize, not passing up the chance to remind him that I was always keeping him informed. Gael always knew what was happening in his favela, good and bad, nothing was hidden and even if I even tried, he found out somehow and the situation always spilled over to my side, so that way, I always told him everything that happened. happened.

- Lately your life is taking more of my attention, the problems that this favela generates are few compared to the mess you make.

- I'm not making any confusion - I lean against the car, thus managing to get out of sight.

- Hours later, I wake up with sunlight on my face. I had left the curtains open when I woke up that morning, wanting some air to come in.

The light sometimes worked better for me than any alarm and bothered Mariana much less. She was asleep, lying on my chest.

For a few minutes, I lay there, feeling her warm skin against mine, Mariana's soft breathing and the way her long eyelashes rested on her cheeks. I had never wanted to sleep next to a woman before her, I had never understood the appeal of having someone else in bed for anything other than fucking.

It was only after I kidnapped my prisoner that I learned the simple pleasure of falling asleep holding her small body... of feeling her close to me for the night or hours.

Taking a deep breath, I gently lifted her off of me. I needed to get up, even though the temptation to stay there and do nothing was great. She didn't wake up when I sat down, she just rolled over and continued sleeping.

The blanket slid down, leaving her bare back exposed. Unable to resist, I leaned over to kiss her shoulder and noticed a few scratches on her soft skin, marks I should have inflicted on her hours before.

Seeing Mariana's marked skin made me excited. I liked the idea of marking her in some way, of leaving signs of my possession on her delicate skin. That way they would know not to do anything to her.

I wanted more. With each passing day, the need he felt for her increased. As time passed, my obsession with her grew.

That bothered me. I thought that seeing Mariana every day and always having her around would reduce the desperate desire I felt for her all the time, but it seemed like the opposite was happening. I resented every minute I spent away from her, every moment I didn't touch her. As with any addiction, I seemed to need increasingly larger doses of my drug.

My dependence on her increased until I constantly needed her.

I didn't know what I would do if I ever lost her. It was a fear that made me wake up in a cold sweat at night and that attacked my mind at random times during the day. I knew she was safe on the property, as only a direct attack from an entire army could penetrate my security, but I still couldn't help but worry. I couldn't shake the fear that she might be taken from me. It was crazy, but I was tempted to keep her chained to my side all the time to make sure she was okay.

Taking one last look at the sleeping body, I got up as quietly as possible and headed to the shower, forcing my thoughts away from that obsession. I would see Mariana again that night, but first, there was one person I wanted to see. When my mind focused on the task at hand, I smiled with dark anticipation.

The routine of the favela residents flowed before my eyes, they almost no longer looked in my direction when they saw me. Despite having been in the drug trade for some time, they were finally getting used to my presence and realized that like the others, I received orders, I wasn't exactly the man who gave the orders.

The man who did this pretended to be like them, leading a simple life, without exaggeration, without wanting to attract undue attention. And I could understand him, after everything he had been through, having faked his own death, pretending to be someone else seemed to be the best thing to do.

Maybe I would do the same thing if I were in your place.

With a sigh, I pull the handbrake before getting out of the car, finding it angled under the car's engine. My eyes wander over all the parts and tools scattered around the garage, before settling on him and he decides to pay attention to me.

- Still working on that car?

- I like discovering how things work - He continues staring at the engine with his hands resting on the sides of the car - And you, what are you doing here?

- Can I no longer visit?

- You're not one to visit - He picks up the tool at his side, deciding to touch something.

- This is not true.

- Do you know when your last visit was? During Holy Week - He remains silent while moving the piece - That's been three months.

- But I'm always talking to you - I emphasize, not passing up the chance to remind him that I was always keeping him informed. Gael always knew what was happening in his favela, good and bad, nothing was hidden and even if I even tried, he found out somehow and the situation always spilled over to my side, so that way, I always told him everything that happened. happened.

- Lately your life is taking more of my attention, the problems that this favela generates are few compared to the mess you make.

- I'm not making any confusion - I lean against the car, thus managing to get out of sight.